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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
10cc,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.