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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Invisible to the electroclash 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.