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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.