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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Ronan to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.