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 Burundi and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.