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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.