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 Argentina 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.