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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Index,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.