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 Ireland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 kango's stein massive to the dance 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.