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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
The Saints,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.