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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 The Mojo Men to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Crime,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.