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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.