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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Pagans,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.