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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.