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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.