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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Warsaw to the disco 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.