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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.