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 Haiti and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.