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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Association to the crunk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.