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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Association to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
The Names,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
MDC,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.