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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 JFA to the grunge 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.