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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Technova,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.