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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.