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 Rwanda 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Can,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.