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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Crime 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.