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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Erykah Badu to the rock 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Fear,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
Nico,
Excepter,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.