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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.