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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Fugazi to the techno 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.