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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.