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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
MDC,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.