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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.