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 Burkina and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the disco 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.