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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Franke to the jazz 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.