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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.