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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.