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 Uganda and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Evens to the funk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.