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 Costa Rica 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.