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 Tajikistan 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.