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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.