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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Qualms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.