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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Henry Cow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Jandek,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.