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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.