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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.