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 Ireland 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 808 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.