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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.