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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Echospace to the jazz 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.