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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Görl to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.