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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.