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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.