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 Philippines and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.