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 South Africa and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
New Order,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.