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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.