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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nas to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
CMW,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.