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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 808 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 Pantytec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
New Order,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.