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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 The Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.