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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.