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 Iceland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mission of Burma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.