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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.