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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Smog,
AZ,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.