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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Ituana,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.