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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.