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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.