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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.