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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the jazz 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.