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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.