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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Chrome,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.