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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Smog,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.