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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.