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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
DNA,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.