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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.