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 Colombia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 The Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.