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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Green. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.