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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.