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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
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 organ 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 The Mummies to the grunge 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.