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 Norway and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.