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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.