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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.