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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.