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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.