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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.