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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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