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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 X-102 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.