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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.