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 Mozambique 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.