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 Nepal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Wings,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.