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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Hoover,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.