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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.