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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres to the rap 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
New Order,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.