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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.