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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marmalade to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.