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 Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.