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 Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Toni Rubio 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Nas,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.