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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Q and Not U 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.