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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.