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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.