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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 the Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.