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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Scion,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.