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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.