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 Israel and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Scientists,
The Monks,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.