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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.