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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Franke,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.