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 Kiribati and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
UT,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.