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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Red Krayola to the funk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.