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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Man Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.