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 Philippines and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.