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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
the Association,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.