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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 synthesizer 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 Ponytail to the techno 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.