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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.