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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson 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?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.