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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.