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 Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.