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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the electroclash 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens 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?
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.