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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.