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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.