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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
MC5,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.