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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer 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 Sight & Sound to the dance 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Quantec,
AZ,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.