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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
DNA,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.