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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.