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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.