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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.