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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Bad Manners to the grunge 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.