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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal 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?
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.