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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Swans,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.