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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Television,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.