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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
New Order,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.