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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.