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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Radio Birdman to the funk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.