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 China and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.