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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 K-Klass to the techno 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.