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 Panama 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.