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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Ossler,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.