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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.