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 Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Swans,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.