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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.