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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Visage,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Moebius,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.