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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Swans to the disco 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas 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?
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.