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 Turkey and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.