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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
June of 44,
ABC,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.