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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Kinks,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Joy Division,
The Index,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.