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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.