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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.