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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.