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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
New Order,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.