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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 linndrum 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 Popol Vuh to the punk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.