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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.