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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.