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 Tajikistan 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Association to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.