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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bill Near to the rap 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.