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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
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 Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Last Poets to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.