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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 The Raincoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.