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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.