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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.