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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Crooked Eye 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Television,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.