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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.