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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 oboe 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 Quando Quango to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.