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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.