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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Lower 48 to the crunk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
UT,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.