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 Hungary and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leaves to the punk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.