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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 808 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 Erykah Badu to the rock 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.