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 China and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.