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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 The Gories to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
New Order,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.