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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Magma,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.