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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.