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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.