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 Samoa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Cluster to the dance 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
the Association,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.