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 India and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.