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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Harmonia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.