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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harry Pussy to the funk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.