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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Remains to the punk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.