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 Bahamas and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
The Martian,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.