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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
ABC,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.