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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.