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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Rakim,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.