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 Belize and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.