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 Albania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Oneida to the grunge 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.