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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
the Association,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.