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 Burkina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Searchers to the dance 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.