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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 The J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.