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 Rwanda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Nas,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.