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 Argentina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.