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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.