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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alarm Clocks to the grunge 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.