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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Style to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.