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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.