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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.