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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Slave,
The Motions,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.