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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerrie Biddell 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Index,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.