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 Angola and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.