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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 The Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.