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 Panama 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.