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 Ireland 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Cymande,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.