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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.