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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.