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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the punk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.