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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
UT,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.