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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Aural Exciters to the disco 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Nirvana,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
MC5,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.