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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Mantronix to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Mars,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.