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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 The New Christs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Brick,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.