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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.