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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.