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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.