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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Style to the funk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.