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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.