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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.