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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 The Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Scion,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.