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 Canada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.