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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Ice-T to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
CMW,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.