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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 synthesizer 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 The Slits to the crunk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Index,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
New Order,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.