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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.