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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Pole,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.