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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 theremin 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 the Germs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
The Move,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.