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 Palau and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the crunk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
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.