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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Wolf Eyes 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.