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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.