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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Litter to the punk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.