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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Panda Bear to the techno 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.