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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
PIL,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.