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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.