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 Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Hoover to the jazz 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.