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 Libya 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.