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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
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.