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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.