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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.