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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Visage,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.