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 Eritrea and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.