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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Shoche to the rap 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.