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 Peru and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.