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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.