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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.