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 Tanzania and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.