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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.