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 Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.