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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.