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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rakim to the grunge 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.