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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Robert Hood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.