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 Germany and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dark Day to the grime 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.