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 Taiwan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Agitation Free 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Monks,
MDC,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.