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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.