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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
JFA,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
The Move,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.