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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.