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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick May 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Flipper,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.