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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 The Fortunes to the rap 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.