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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Aural Exciters to the grime 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Magazine,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.