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 Turkey and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.