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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.