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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Bill Near to the grunge 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.