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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.