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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Shadows of Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.