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 Kiribati 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 arpeggiator 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 Cluster to the jazz 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens 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?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.