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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
AZ,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.