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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Delta 5 to the dance 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.