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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Bluetip to the jazz 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.