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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Monks,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.