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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugs to the grunge 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.