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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.