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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.