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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.