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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
The Index,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.