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 Australia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.