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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.