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 Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.