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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 linndrum 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 Victims to the techno 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.