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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
World's Most,
10cc,
Suicide,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.