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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.