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 Chile and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.