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 Comoros and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
MDC,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
The Remains,
X-102,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.