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 Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.