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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Skaos to the disco 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.