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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.