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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.