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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Make Up to the grime 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.