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 Brazil and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.