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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Qualms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.