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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.