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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.