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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toni Rubio to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.