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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
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.