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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 mellotron 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.