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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
DNA,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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Swans,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.