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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.