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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Shoche,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.