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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.