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 Yemen and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.