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 Malaysia 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Q65,
Marmalade,
Nas,
John Holt,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.