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 Comoros and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.