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 Barbados and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.