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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.