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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.