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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.