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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.