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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.