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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.