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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.