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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Ronan to the crunk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.