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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.