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 Belarus and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.