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 Korea North and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.