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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.