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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.