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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.