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 Belize and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
Television,
Neu!,
Swans,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.