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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.