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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Faust to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.