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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 X-102 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.