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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.