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 Angola and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.