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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 UT to the punk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.