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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.