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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Urselle,
The Index,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.