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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.