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 Turkey and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Swans,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.