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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.