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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.