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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
JFA,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.