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 France and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Marshall Jefferson 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.