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 Morocco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Japan 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.