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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 The Seeds to the grime 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.