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 Australia and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
X-102,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.