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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 FM Einheit to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.