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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Minny Pops to the rap 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.