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 Austria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.