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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.