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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Gong,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.