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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 sitar 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.