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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 The Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.