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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.