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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.