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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Brick,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.