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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.