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 Latvia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 clarinet 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.