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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Derrick May to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
The Slits,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.