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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Marshall Jefferson 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.