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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Rotary Connection to the grime 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.