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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gichy Dan to the disco 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.