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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 rhodes 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 Rapeman 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Smog,
Inner City,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
Q65,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Magazine,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Aswad,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.