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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Technova,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.