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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.