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 Russia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.