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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.