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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.