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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 The Black Dice to the jazz 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Fear,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.