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 Togo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape 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 punk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Brick,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.