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 Morocco and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
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.