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 Panama and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.