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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.