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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.