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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 The Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
The Index,
Scion,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
DNA,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.