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 the UAE and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 JFA to the punk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.