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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 OOIOO to the grime 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.