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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.