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 India and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.