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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Yaz,
Wire,
The Remains,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.