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 Winnipeg.
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 Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.