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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.