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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Panda Bear 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Monks,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.