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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scion to the grime 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Chrome,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.