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 Australia and from Manila.
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 Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Gories to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.