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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Angry Samoans to the rap 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.