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 Nicaragua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.