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 Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Japan,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.