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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.