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 Mali and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.