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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman 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?
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Mars,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.