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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
UT,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.