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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Warsaw to the crunk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.