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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.