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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.