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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.