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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.