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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.