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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.