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 Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 The Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Faust,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.