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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Desert Stars to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.