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 Comoros and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.