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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.