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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.