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 Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.