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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smoke to the grime 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Franke,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.