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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
X-102,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.