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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.