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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Kinks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.