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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Faust,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Pylon,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.