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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Scientists to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.