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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.