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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.