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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Organ,
Television,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.