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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the jazz 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Jandek,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.