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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
cv313,
Smog,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Organ,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.