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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.