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 Angola and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.