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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
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 oboe 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 Masters at Work to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.