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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Nico,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
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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.