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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
June Days,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.