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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 This Heat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.