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 Guyana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
The Standells,
UT,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.