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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.