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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Royal Trux to the funk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.