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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Second Layer to the techno 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Television,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Pole,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.