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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.