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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 güiro 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.