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 Argentina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Wire,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
The Monks,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.