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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Zeros to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.