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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.