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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Michelle Simonal 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Technova,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.