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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Skaos to the grime 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
The Human League,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.