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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.