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 Serbia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
cv313,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.