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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Swans to the jazz 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.