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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.