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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.