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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.