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 Seychelles and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.