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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.