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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.