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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.