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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.