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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Newcleus to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.