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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Martian to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.