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 Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the funk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker 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 funk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.