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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.