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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.