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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Bang On A Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.