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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.