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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 The Gories to the funk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
X-102,
DNA,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.