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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Visage,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.