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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 the Association to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.