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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.