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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.