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 Nauru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 güiro 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.