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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Television,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.