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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.