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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.