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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Gong,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.