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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.