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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 The Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.