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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Harry Pussy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.