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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.