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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.