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 Fiji and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 The Remains 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
cv313,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
a-ha,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.