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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.