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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Zapp 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.