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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.