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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.