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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Motions to the disco 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.