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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Move to the jazz 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Can,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.