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 Mali 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.