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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
UT,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.