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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
UT,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.