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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Pole,
X-102,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.