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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Moebius,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.