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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Crime,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.