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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Wire,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.