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 Ireland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
the Normal,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.