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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.