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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Moebius to the grime 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.