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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.