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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
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 Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.