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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
the Germs,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.