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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.