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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ornette Coleman 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.