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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Aswad,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.