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 Greece and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 D'Angelo to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.