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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.