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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Graham Central Station to the punk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Franke,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.