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 Turkey and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Can,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.