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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.