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 Nepal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.