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 Grenada 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Q65 to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.