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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jeff Mills to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.