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 Togo and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Faust,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Television,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.