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 Yemen and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.