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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.