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 Kiribati and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 oboe 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.