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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.