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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.