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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
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.