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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 linndrum 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 The Angels of Light to the grime 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.