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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cameo to the rap 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.