Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.