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 Tanzania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Black Dice to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.