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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.