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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Qualms,
June of 44,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.