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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.