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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
CMW,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.