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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Nas,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.