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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.