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 Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the punk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.