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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.