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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.