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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.