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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Khruangbin to the rap 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.