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 Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Sonic Youth to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
the Association,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.