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 Swaziland 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.