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 Turkey and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Pylon 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.