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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.