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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.