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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.