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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.