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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Flipper to the jazz 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.