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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.