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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Visage,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.