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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.