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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Japan,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.