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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arab on Radar to the funk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds 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?
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Smog,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.