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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.