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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the crunk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.