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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.