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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.