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 Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rock 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.