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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Delta 5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Skaos,
The Names,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.