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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Oneida to the funk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.