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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Index,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.